Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Victims,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.